A quick trip to San Diego today wouldn't be right without a stop for some delicious fish tacos! When we were living in the village in PNG, I remember there was a day when my man was out fishing with Papa John. I was hanging out on the beach with all the kids and missing home. What was I dreaming about? Fish tacos! I was hot, tired, stinky, hadn't shaved my legs or arm pits for a couple of weeks and was missing home. At the time, all I could think of was biting into a tasty fish taco. However, the fish my man caught wasn't quite Anthony's, but it wasn't too bad!